Painting My Walls

Painting My Walls

It’d be too late when you realize your home’s not your home,
You wanted to paint the walls but your parents… It’s their dome
When you realised you’re dependent on someone from inside
You can’t do anything right because it’s not your own flight.
You can’t fulfill your dreams until
Your parents fulfill your financial needs
And you realize their needs are never enough
Because there are children more than one
Some relatives suggested, you know?
‘Control you child, she’ll become a hoe!’
Oh I so wish I wasn’t that small
When I wanted to paint my walls
I realised I never had a room,
A room in my own house
And it’s sad – when I’ll be married
There shall be no room of my own
Because it’s the damn room of your groom!
I would not marry a man who won’t let me paint my walls
Or else I’ll borrow, or buy my kingdom
And I shall make rainbows for dreams
For the dreamers that a kingdom would tell.
If you never had dreams in childhood,
You can’t ever burn in the world’s hell.
You must carry on, my dreamers, if you had Painted a wall earlier, even if you were little,
Rich or you had cried a little far…
You must fight your parents for your dreams I should tell,
Or else you would end up making yourselves
A bell that everyone would ring
And run before your very eyes.
You will have a voice, I am sure,
But it will not build your paradise.
This youth is ahead and it is great.
If I die unfortunately, then carry my dreams’ heritage!
For I would build a wall in God’s heaven
And we all know that God is our own,
And they shall be of every color that exists,
And you shall strive to see, my well kept promise.

Mahrukh Waheed